A lot has happened ever since the completion of my collection work "Individuation Unto Nothing". Not much in the sense of art-progression that is, unfortunately, but rather in other areas of life. These mundane changes in one's existence could act as an easy excuse for not focusing on The Work, but I will not go for such self-deceit this time, as the blame - as always - lies in one's own conscience. Procrastination is the prime vice of the lazy artist, and I am no expection. However, not all this time has been spent in pointless idleness, for in the past few months it has become ever more evident that something is missing in the equation of mediation; that is, the means of actualization.
What do I mean by this? Well, simply put, choosing the field of focus for mediation. As you may be aware, I started this experimentative journey by writing short stories in 2018, and this way had remained the sole one until the autumn of 2019, when I picked up the drawing pen for the first time. Not expecting much, but having little to lose (similar as to when starting writing), it soon became apparent that this new way of mediating inner images might yield unexpected results in the future. Not at the moment, of course, as I lack technical skill, but the seed of authenticity was there,... as it still is, and - dare I say - marginally enhanced with the aid of digital tinkering and accumulation of completed pieces. While these crude drawings are still far from perfect, and quite far still even from my skills as a writer, this new course has proved worthwhile enough to be pursued - and so, on this road I still remain, as of writing this article, and I'm currently balancing my efforts concerning writing and drawing, perhaps interest steering little more into the world of visual arts. What of the leftmost portion of the picture above there, then? A screenshot of my newest venture into the art of game-making, refreshing memories of programming (with a simple visual-style engine called "Quest"), taking a shot at designing an interactive story with slight gaming elements. The attempt proved a successful one, even if not from the audience's point of view, but of my own, and completing a project, even a small one as this, always brings forth a welcome breeze of satisfaction. Nevertheless of my search for the perfect medium for expressing inner images, a lingering uncertainty remains. While I know these attempts haven't been entirely unfruitful, they remain lackluster, malformed, scewed and distorted, limited by such a number of factors that no self-respecting artist dares even name, let alone list. Thus, having seen that perfection can never be attained, what is the point of even trying? I do not know, but I do know that there is no alternative - and I also know that one more venue is still to be explored; that which some call the purest form of representing the world of the subjective; music.
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